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Kashmir Janeman - Live

Sara kata gai lagi goli aur mar gai iski behen sagi
Goli ko jldi thi mazhab aur vatan poochna hi bhool gai
Pandit k na shek k ghar k choole na jal sake
Pagli lapat choole k bajae ek aur ghar aaj ho gai
Lahore aur dilli karte hai chai par charcha
Hum thokenge dawa uske hisse aae karza
Hum apna malika uspe jatenge
Aur apne jeet k jashan mei usse rond aaenge
Haa usko rond aaenge
Haa usko rond aaengeee
Chinaar ki chat se jhakti
Rang kai the dhoop k
Kai chere the yanah siasi kai roop the
Aati ki cheek ko dabata koi haath hai
Aree cheekna to do bhala ye bhi koi baat hai
Uska shauhar khogaya hai uska naam tha aman
Vo haibhi yahan nhi vo ye aas hai ya veham
Ab koi to khat likhta hai usko hawao par
Aur poochta hai kaisi ho kashmir janeman

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Janeman janeman
Oo janeman janeman
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Oo janeman janeman

Shikare khud shikar kai nuske bekaar hue
Kesar ki fasal aksar fata hoke dhooe mei
Khasti hi rahi
Chata khaya ek gaal hua baraf tarang sukh laal hua
Dhand se jism nakaf par rooh kauf se kapti rahi
Kya mila usse yahan kisi se nata jod k
Izzat bachali apni mujhko naga chodh k
Ab chain kahan raat barasta iss baat hai
Jo hai taare beech meri whi zaapt hai
Aa meri wahi zaapt hai
Aa meri wahi zaapt hai
Dhaej mei lai thi jo apne saath mei vo jhelm
Aur taj hai na kapde hai bas naam begam
Aur koi to kuch likhta hai usko paane par
Aur poochta hai kaisi ho kashmir janeman

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O janeman janeman
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O janeman janeman

Kashmir Janeman - Live

Bullets fly through the air, killing a beloved sister
They forgot to ask her religion or nationality, they were in too much of a hurry
The Pandit's home wasn't safe, the stoves couldn't be lit
She was too busy running for her life, another home lost
Lahore and Delhi discuss over tea
We'll pay the price, we'll pay the debt
We'll spend our wealth on her
And we'll celebrate our victory by weeping for her
Yes, we'll weep for her
Yes, we'll weep for her
Under the shade of the Chinar tree
Colored by the sunlight
Some faces were political, others were veiled
Someone's hand is wiping away tears from her cheeks
How dare you touch her, don't you know it's wrong?
Her husband is lost, his name was Aman
Is he even here? Or is this just a wish or a delusion?
Now someone is writing a letter to her in the wind
And asking, how are you, my love, Kashmir Janeman?

My love, my love, my love, my love
My love, my love
Oh, my love, my love
My love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love
Oh, my love, my love

Hunters have become the hunted, their strategies useless
The saffron crop often goes up in smoke
Only fatigue remains
One cheek swollen, the other icy cold
The body is imprisoned on the stretcher, the soul is imprisoned by fear
What has she gained by connecting with anyone here?
She saved her honor by leaving me naked
Where can she find peace now that the night is raining down on her?
The stars belong to me, the night is mine
Come to me, the night is mine
Come to me, the night is mine
The dowry she brought with her was the Jhelum River
She has no crown or clothes, only the title of Begum
Now someone is writing to her after getting her
And asking, how are you, my love, Kashmir Janeman?

My love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love
Oh, my love, my love
My love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love
Oh, my love, my love